She stood tall like a mountain peak,
Her voice was as powerful as thunder's streak,
With a spirit that could never be broken,
And a heart that could never be token.
She walked with grace and dignity,
Through trials and tribulations with serenity,
And though the world tried to hold her down,
She rose above, with a golden crown.
Her words were like a healing balm,
That soothed the wounds and brought calm,
And in her poetry, we found our voice,
A reflection of our struggles and joys.
She spoke of freedom and equality,
And the need to rise above inequality,
To embrace our differences and celebrate,
The beauty of all, no matter their fate.